Where Do We Go From Here? (Nothing Sacred)

Unique situation as she stares down the wall

Monique's fascination might have been that last phone call

No one could be certain, nothin's very clear

So tell me

Where do we go from here

Brothel filled by men of the cloth

The man of the cloth was suddenly offed

The child who's dreams were the terrorists screams

Remarked to his mom as he clean the carbine

Look in the eye of murder that night

The calm politician knows more than I

So where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

One thing is clear

Nothin's sacred anymore

Alone in the cell are the tears of a boy

Who could be a man if he knew what one was

An' you ask yourself for a chance to make good

An' ask directions to where good used to be

So tell me

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

One thing is clear

Nothin's sacred anymore

One thing is clear

Nothin's sacred anymore